People Who Slept With Their In-Laws Are Revealing How It Went Down, And I Can't Believe What I Read
I recently came across a Reddit thread where user u/haddamhussein69 asked "People of Reddit who have had sex with an in-law, what happened? How did you get into that situation? And did anyone find out?"
The stories they shared were beyond messy. Here are the most interesting ones:
1."I did the deed with my mother-in-law once. It still makes me feel dirty when I think about it. I was separated from my wife at the time (we were in the process of divorcing), and I went to my mother-in-law's house to help her move some furniture. Afterward, we ended up sitting around, having some cocktails, and talking about my separation from her daughter. Fast-forward to midnight and six drinks later, and all of a sudden, I'm looking at her with her jeans to her ankles and bent over the kitchen table. I swear to this day, I really don't know who made the first move or how it got to that point. It was crazy."
"I saw her numerous times after that, and neither of us acted strangely. We just erased it and acted like nothing ever happened. At the time, I was about 30 and my mother-in-law was about 50. I've never told anyone until now.
—msk1974
2."I dated my brother-in-law while he and my sister were married. They had an open relationship. They split up and we got married."
—tabitha1221
3."At the wedding of my sister and my brother-in-law, I slept with his sister. It makes for some awkward family gatherings, which I make worse by calling her sis."
—Smoke__Me__A__Kipper
4."I had a fling with my former sister-in-law. I split with my ex when she cheated on me back in 2011, and I effectively cut contact with that side of the family, including my sister-in-law. My sister-in-law was never on my bad side, per se, but it was easier to cut her out and call it a day than try to surgically remove everyone else but her. She wasn't a model, but she wasn't bad-looking either. She and I got along well enough during my marriage because we married into the insanity."
"Fast-forward to last year, I found out my ex-SIL (I'm long divorced by this point) and ex-wife's brother separated because ex-BIL started cheating on her. I unblocked her and reached out. I've been down this road and know how to handle the family in court, so I figure I'd lend assistance. I met up with my ex-SIL, helped her do some errands (ex-BIL left nothing for her, not even a car), then headed back and hung out. We started drinking, certain things came out about one another, and next thing I know, we're in the bedroom going at it. We met up a few times until about a month ago. She found a guy that she wants to date so I stopped becoming her Plan B. No one has found out, and I'm pretty sure it'd be a mess if anyone did."
—pm_ur_untrimmed_bush
5."I had a drunken hookup with my sister-in-law. I went to a NYE party because her family loves me, and we were all drinking, and my sister-in-law was being very friendly and nice and pulling me aside to ask about my life and stuff. Obvious signs are not being missed. A little after 1 a.m., I went to the bathroom, and my SIL followed me in. One thing led to another, and we had our fun. My mother-in-law heard noises and tried blackmailing us with it in exchange for money. We continued our sexy rendezvous over the next few months, and eventually her mom told people. We denied the hell out of it despite her mom revealing obvious proof, and we aren't invited to any more family get-togethers."
—pissed_as_a_fart
6."My great aunt married the boy next door at age 18 in 1945 or so. Turned out he was gay, and he wanted her to be his beard. She was very unhappy. Her husband was estranged from his father, who had already divorced his mother. So the father-in-law joined the Navy at the outbreak of the war and spent the war building airstrips all over the Pacific and Southeast Asia. He got back from the war and met his son's wife. He and my great aunt had instant chemistry. They apparently start banging almost immediately. He'd been off at war, and she's in a sexless marriage. So there was a lot of pent-up sexual energy."
"Of course, they get caught after a while. Mid-act, the son and ex-wife show up. It actually provided a great out for the gay son, as he could divorce her, be the wronged party, and now be single with no questions about his sexuality. My great-aunt suffered some social ostracism for this, as it was juicy gossip for the city they lived in. However, when the divorce came, she married her former father-in-law. They remained married until his death in the mid '90s (both his age and the year), after nearly 50 years together and three kids (plus grandkids). They were quite happy, but this story has always been one my mom kept from me until I was 30."
—mobileoctobus
7."My brother decided to have an affair with his sister-in-law. He slept with his wife's brother's wife. It was messed up beyond belief. The pain it caused so many people is unbelievable, and two families were left in shambles. There are approximately three billion other women in the world with whom he could have attempted this with. But instead, he did something that was awful, without regard to his children, and created a situation that will likely end with two divorces."
—None
8."I had a one-night stand with a girl I met at a friend's party, and then a few years later, I was invited to my new girlfriend's parents' house for Thanksgiving, and her sister walked in. Yep, I slept with my sister-in-law before I even met my ex. They don't look alike, and nothing was ever said to my ex."
—Eldergoth
9."I married a man 10 years younger than me. He had a younger brother who was around 8 years of age at the time they met. My daughter from a previous relationship is the same age as my brother-in-law. They kind of grew up together. Fast forward to a year ago, she turned 18, dropped out of high school, and moved in with my brother-in-law and his parents (my in-laws). They all hid the fact that she was staying at my mother's and father-in-law's house from me. None of them thinks there is any issue with it, and cannot understand why I had a problem. It destroyed my marriage and the almost decade I put into building our lives together. We had two children together. I've never seen something that took a decade to build fall apart so fast. Obviously, there is more to it, but that is the summary. It destroyed my family. Keep it outside your family's for Christ's sake."
—angel_pa7
10."I met my husband through his brother. His brother and I dated several times before I met my husband, and began dating. My husband's brother and I had sex several times when we were dating and before I met my husband. I've always had a fond place in my heart for my now brother-in-law because of those special times we shared when we dated each other. My husband has always known his brother and I had sex when we dated, as well as knowing how close we are now because of those times in the past."
—None
11."My grandfather married his sister-in-law when his wife died, and my cousin married his son's mother-in-law. The second one is only really weird because both couples live with my great aunt in one house, and both have kids a few months apart. The two oldest girls are in the same school and grade."
—LordDinkus
12."I had sex with my brother-in-law, and my family does know but pretends not to. My sister was married for a short time to a guy who worked and lived abroad most of the year. I never particularly liked the man; I think he wanted to be married to an attractive younger woman who would pretty much do what he says. Also it was wild because he was away eight months of the year. My sister was young and naive in a lot of ways, didn't really get on with his friends and family, and generally felt like she'd been abandoned. Anyway, my sister, rather than live at his home when he was away, would move back in with my parents. He gave my sister access to a certain amount of money, and much hilarity ensued."
"So I was in my first year of university, and he found out that my sister had been cheating on him, not only that, she'd done it with several people he knew, and he was not surprisingly angry. My parents, being idiots, decided to hire a lawyer who made things worse, and then the issue over what was happening with the money came up. So I came home from university, and my family was about to be put out of their home. Also, I should mention he'd paid for some of my university expenses. I'm making this way too complicated, but essentially, I ended up having sex with him in return for him calming down, and letting my sister and family climb out of the financial hole they were in. The sex was pretty weird, and he enjoyed doing me in my sisters bed way more than he should have, in the end though he got out of my family's life and that was the end of it."
—katies_nothome
13."I had sex with my cousin-in-law. My brother's wife's niece. Not sure if it counts, but basically she was hot, we were teenagers, and got drunk at my brother's house one night after my brother and his wife had supposedly fallen asleep. The next morning, he told me, inadvertently, that he had heard everything since the vent to his guest room and his room allowed virtually all sounds to be heard between the rooms. Felt pretty awkward until he gave me a high five."
—ItsallLegos
14.And finally, "My kid brother got married before me to a woman with three sisters, two of them were twins. I ended up marrying one of the twins (thus marrying my sister in-law). And, wait for it...I had dated the other twin sister first."
—HighlanderTCBO1
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